A warm, dusty wind was blowing over Marseilles from the south. Where it paused, it left a

thin layer of fine Sahara sand; a bit of unwanted Africa, e-qually unwanted by France. Clive stood with the racing driver at the ships rail, watching the cars being loaded. One of his machines was already on board. "I hope this wind will have changed by the time we get there," the driver said, staring up at the cream-coloured sky. These conditions wouldnt be any good for racing. There was keen concern in his look. Clive smiled, though he was a bit puzzled. "Itll hardly trouble us," he said. Buenos Aires is about 7,000 miles away. Surprise came over the drivers face. "Is that so？ We should leave it behind, then, shouldnt we？" They talked for a time about Argentina. Clive was going on business, the driver to take part in a motorrace. It was his first major event outside Europe. It was when he mentioned the date of the race December 30 and added as an afterthought, "Ive never raced in winter before", that Clive switched the conversation to the young man. He was a mechanical engineer by profession, fully trained, twenty-six years old. Motorracing was his great love, and he was currently driving for a French manufacturer. He spoke well enough, so Clive guessed that he had had a normal education. But something seemed to have gone wrong or was different these days. Here he was, going to Argentina, but without much idea where it was. When he spoke of a cousin of his, who worked in South Africa, "Is there any chance of this ship calling there？" Clive realised that the man had no map of the world in his mind. He had plans to race in South Africa and in Japan. To him, they were places on the planet, and probably that was all. Clive was interested because the man seemed cheerfully unconscious of any disadvantage. Worse he might have thought everyone was in the same boat. Dust blew into their faces. Clive said, "This wind from the Sahara..." but he didnt go on. Was there any point？ So far as this young man was concerned, it might have been a wind from China. Were there many people, he wondered, who didnt know where they were going, or even where they were？

Why were they both at Marseilles that day？ ______

A．Their ship for Buenos Aires left from Marseilles.

B．They were there to see a French motorrace.

C．Their ship had put into shelter from a dust storm.

D．They had gone there to fetch the racing cars.